"Well, Cap, such things will happen. Attention! There"s Sauter, ready to call his witnesses!" And, in truth, the next moment Capitola Black was called to the stand.
Cap took her place and gave her evidence con amore, and with such vim and such expressions of indignation, that Stringfellow reminded her she was there to give testimony, and not to plead the cause.
Cap rejoined that she was perfectly willing to do both! And so she continued not only to tell the acts, but to express her opinions as to the motives of Le Noir, and give her judgment as to what should be the decision of the court.
Stringfellow, the attorney for Colonel Le Noir, evidently thought that in this rash, reckless, spirited witness he had a fine subject for sarcastic cross-examination! But he reckoned "without his host." He did not know Cap! He, too, "caught a Tartar." And before the cross-examination was concluded, Capitola"s apt and cutting replies had overwhelmed him with ridicule and confusion, and done more for the cause of her friend than all her partisans put together!
Other witnesses were called, to corroborate the testimony of Capitola, and still others were examined to prove the last expressed wishes of the late William Day, in regard to the disposal of his daughter"s person during the period of her minority.
There was no effective reb.u.t.ting evidence, and after some hard arguing by the attorneys on both sides, the case was closed, and the judge deferred his decision until the third day thereafter.
The parties then left the court and returned to their several lodgings.
Old Hurricane gave no one a civil word that day. Wool was an atrocious villain, an incendiary scoundrel, a cut-throat, and a black demon. Cap was a beggar, a vagabond and a vixen. Herbert Greyson was another beggar, besides being a knave, a fop and an impudent puppy. The inn-keeper was a swindler, the waiters thieves, the whole world was going to ruin, where it well deserved to go, and all mankind to the demon--as he hoped and trusted they would!
And all this tornado of pa.s.sion and invective arose just because he had unexpectedly met in the court-room the purient face and beseeching eyes of a woman, married and forsaken, loved and lost, long ago!
Was it strange that Herbert, who had so resented his treatment of Marah Rocke, should bear all his fury, injustice and abuse of himself and others with such compa.s.sionate forbearance? But he not only forbore to resent his own affronts, but so besought Capitola to have patience with the old man"s temper and apologised to the host by saying that Major Warfield had been very severely tried that day, and when calmer would be the first to regret the violence of his own words.
Marah Rocke returned with Clara to the old doctor"s house. She was more patient, silent and quiet than before. Her face was a little paler, her eyes softer, and her tones lower--that was the only visible effect of the morning"s unexpected encounter.
The next day but one all the parties concerned a.s.sembled at the court-house to hear the decision of the judge. It was given, as had been antic.i.p.ated, in favor of Clara Day, who was permitted, in accordance with her father"s approved wishes, to reside in her patrimonial home under the care of Mrs. Rocke. Colonel Le Noir was to remain trustee of the property, with directions from the court immediately to pay the legacies left by the late Doctor Day to Marah Rocke and Traverse Rocke, and also to pay to Clara Day, in quarterly instalments, from the revenue of her property, an annual sum of money sufficient for her support.
This decision filled the hearts of Clara and her friends with joy.
Forgetting time, and place, she threw herself into the arms of Marah Rocke and wept with delight. All concerned in the trial then sought their lodgings.
Clara and Mrs. Rocke returned to the cottage to make preparations for removing to Willow Heights.
Doctor Williams went to the agent of the property to require him to give up the keys, which he did without hesitation.
Old Hurricane and his party packed up to be ready for the stage to take them to Tip-Top the next day.
But that night a series of mysterious events were said to have taken place at the deserted house at Willow Heights that filled the whole community with superst.i.tious wonder. It was reported by numbers of gardeners and farmers, who pa.s.sed that road, on their way to early market, that a perfect witches" sabbath had been held in that empty house all night; that lights had appeared, flitting from room to room; that strange, weird faces had looked out from the windows; and wild screams had pierced the air!
The next day when this report reached the ears of Clara, and she was asked by Doctor Williams whether she would not be afraid to live there, she laughed gaily and bade him try her.
Cap, who had come over to take leave of Clara, joined her in her merriment, declared that she, for her part, doted on ghosts, and that after Herbert Greyson"s departure she should come and visit Clara and help her to entertain the specters.
Clara replied that she should hold her to her promise. And so the friends kissed and separated.
That same day saw several removals.
Clara and Mrs. Rocke took up their abode at Willow Heights and seized an hour even of that busy time to write to Traverse and apprise him of their good fortune.
Old Hurricane and his party set out for their home, where they arrived before nightfall.
And the next day but one Herbert Greyson took leave of his friends and departed to join his company on their road to glory.
CHAPTER XIII.
BLACK DONALD.
Feared, shunned, belied ere youth had lost her force, He hated men too much to feel remorse, And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call, To pay the injuries of some on all.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer, That caused emotions both of rage and fear: And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope, withering fled and mercy sighed farewell!
--BYRON.
Herbert Greyson had been correct in his conjecture concerning the cause of Colonel Le Noir"s conduct in absenting himself from the trial, or appearing there only in the person of his attorney. A proud, vain, conceited man, full of Joseph Surfacisms, he could better have borne to be arraigned upon the charge of murder than to face the accusation of baseness that was about to be proved upon him. Being reasonably certain as to what was likely to be the decision of the Orphan"s Court, he was not disappointed in hearing that judgment had been rendered in favor of his ward and her friends. His one great disappointment had been upon discovering the flight of Clara. For when he had ascertained that she had fled, he knew that all was lost--and lost through Capitola, the hated girl for whose destruction he had now another and a stronger motive--revenge!
In this mood of mind three days before his departure to join his regiment he sought the retreat of the outlaw. He chose an early hour of the evening as that in which he should be most likely to find Black Donald.
It was about eight o"clock when he wrapped his large cloak around his tall figure, pulled his hat low over his sinister brow and set out to walk alone to the secret cavern in the side of the Demon"s Punch Bowl.
The night was dark and the path dangerous; but his directions had been careful, so that when he reached the brink of that awful abyss he knew precisely where to begin his descent with the least danger of being precipitated to the bottom.
And by taking a strong hold upon the stunted saplings of pine and cedar that grew down through the clefts of the ravine, and placing his feet firmly upon the points of projecting rocks, he contrived to descend the inside of that horrible abyss, which from the top seemed to be fraught with certain death to any one daring enough to make the attempt.
When about half-way down the precipice he reached the clump of cedar bushes growing in the deep cleft, and concealing the hole that formed the entrance to the cavern.
"Here he paused, and, looking through the entrance into a dark and apparently fathomless cavern, he gave the peculiar signal whistle, which was immediately answered from within by the well-known voice of the outlaw chief, saying:"
"All right, my colonel! Give us your hand! Be careful, now, the floor of this cavern is several feet below the opening."
Le Noir extended his hand into the darkness within and soon felt it grasped by that of Black Donald, who, muttering; "Slowly, slowly, my colonel!" succeeded in guiding him down the utter darkness of the subterranean descent until they stood upon the firm bottom of the cavern.
They were still in the midst of a blackness that might be felt, except that from a small opening in the side of the rock a light gleamed.
Toward this second opening Black Donald conducted his patron.
And stooping and pa.s.sing before him, led him into an inner cavern, well lighted and rudely fitted up. Upon a large natural platform of rock, occupying the center of the s.p.a.ce, were some dozen bottles of brandy or whisky, several loaves of bread and some dried venison. Around this rude table, seated upon fragments of rock, lugged thither for the purpose, were some eight or ten men of the band, in various stages of intoxication. Along the walls were piles of bearskins, some of which served as couches for six or seven men, who had thrown themselves down upon them in a state of exhaustion or drunken stupor.
"Come, boys, we have not a boundless choice of apartments here, and I want to talk to my colonel! Suppose you take your liquor and bread and meat into the outer cavern and give us the use of this one for an hour," said the outlaw.
The men sullenly obeyed and began to gather up the viands. Demon d.i.c.k seized one of the lights to go after them.
"Put down the glim! Satan singe your skin for you! Do you want to bring a hue and cry upon us? Don"t you know a light in the outer cavern can be seen from the outside?" roared Black Donald.
d.i.c.k sulkily set down the candle and followed his comrades.
"What are you glummering about, confound you! You can see to eat and drink well enough and find your way to your mouth, in the dark, you brute!" thundered the captain. But as there was no answer to this and the men had retreated and left their chief with his visitor alone, Black Donald turned to Colonel Le Noir and said:
"Well, my patron, what great matter is it that has caused you to leave the company of fair Clara Day for our grim society?"
"Ah, then, it appears you are not aware that Clara Day has fled from us--has made a successful appeal to the Orphans" Court, and been taken out of our hands?" angrily replied Colonel Le Noir.